It looks like this Clay Shooting party this afternoon, is all his idea.’ ‘What a surprise!’ I commented. ‘Yeah, but he’s delaying things, th... staff are out there with all the gear set up. Maybe he’s waiting for you to show, you know… the main attraction. So’s he can invite you along.’ ‘Going to be disappointed then ain’t ‘e! I’ve never handled a shotgun in my life, and I ain’t about to start now. Who else is…’ ‘Well, it looks like Fabian’s going. He’s all dressed-up for the part, anyway.’ ‘And. Hanging around like lapdogs, fawning over her, competing in ever more desperate ways for her attention. Amanda found it a little pathetic but she also found it exciting. Such fun to mess with their heads, egg them on a little, coolly observe as they made complete fools of themselves.Amanda did some traditional dating stuff with a few of the cuter looking boys, just to try it out, and because she enjoyed making the other girls, especially the ugly ones, jealous but she soon realised that what. I new whathad happened and deflated like a punctured balloon. Deb stuttered some goodbyesand practically raced from the house. I thought I was dead. I figured she’d be on her cell phone calling my wife two minutes aftershe pulled away in her car. I sat dejectedly on the couch waiting for theinevitable call. After a few hours my wife called to say goodnight to me as shedoes every night. Since she wasn’t screaming at me I figured I had a reprieve tilltomorrow. I assumed Deb was so. I decided to let her see it and she was over the moon, so much so that when I said we could have it reset if she wished, she said she loved it just the way it was. The only thing that was necessary was having it made to fit her finger as her hand was slightly larger than mum's.February just seemed to fly past and between work, helping Rebecca with her studies, and rehearsing for a concert to take place during the period of Lent we had a pretty full diary. This was especially true because we.